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11

Jul

Travel takes control away from us, exposing our weakest points. We are acutely aware of our vulnerability. We are naive, unaccustomed, unacquainted, unversed. We are ignorant, roaming in the darkness of the unfamiliar. We are lonely, lost, disoriented. Travel pushes us across the chasm. We are moved to explore the mysterious, to confront our fear, to venture beyond the challenging, cryptic crevasses of our path.
Steve Zikman (via humanflower)

(Source: emotional-algebra)

imforeverjustyours:

Life

09

Jul

You cannot begin to understand what you’ve done…
On a pedestal you stood
I placed you in this sacred place
A place where more respect could not be given.
Among Marquez, Vonnegut, and Hemingway you stood.
I placed you there.

But your almost false words weigh heavy
Actions
Driven by curiosity and desires for the experiences.
I lept.

No one could touch you before
But now you’ve become a man among idols.

07

Jul

Foreign lands never yield their secrets to a traveller. The best they offer are tantalising snippets, just enough to inflame the imagination. The secrets they do reveal are your own - the ones you have kept from yourself. And this is reason enough to travel, to leave home.
Graeme Sparkes  (via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: thequotesymposium)

26

Jun

What I wouldn’t give to have him look into my eyes. To feel his strong hands holding me. Taking the world away. What I wouldn’t give for you. 

24

Jun

(Source: businessinsider)

brightwalldarkroom:

"If Fred Astaire is the Cary Grant of dance, I’m the Marlon Brando." 
— Gene Kelly

brightwalldarkroom:

"If Fred Astaire is the Cary Grant of dance, I’m the Marlon Brando."

— Gene Kelly

15

Jun

brotherstories:

i’ve seen too much skin,and the souls that live in it.

brotherstories:

i’ve seen too much skin,
and the souls that live in it.

(Source: 3intheam)

02

Jun

Unrequited

I don’t know what happened.
I don’t know where I lost it
I love every ounce of you
I see you every time I close my eyes
It’s the burden that I carry
Down the solitary path of
Love. Unrequited.